What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

With the support of the Mountain-Shaking Force and my powerful physique, plus all the trump cards I possess.

The risk of quickly killing a beast at the Core Formation Realm is entirely within a controllable range.

With that thought in mind, I made up my mind.

"I see."

I looked at Shi Cuishan, nodded, and said decisively.

"Master Shi, I'll take this job."

I will bring you back the inner core of that fire-attribute beast.

"Great! That felt good!"

When Shi Cuishan saw that I agreed, the wrinkles on his face smoothed out.

He slammed his pipe on the table and said:

"I enjoy dealing with young people like you who aren't overly sentimental."

Now that the deal is finalized, the next step is to make specific action plans.

Upon hearing this, I was about to ask if we could go into the mountains now, but Shi Cuishan waved his hand, interrupting my thoughts.

"There's no rush."

Shi Cuishan looked at the sky outside the door and said.

"That fire-attribute beast cultivates by absorbing the earth's fire energy. At night, when the earth's energy surges, the beast becomes much more ferocious than during the day."

Not only did they become stronger, but they also became extremely aggressive.

Even though you're capable, there's no need to provoke that bad luck.

He stood up, walked to the pile of materials, and continued:

"You drove all the way from Jiangcheng, you must be exhausted after most of the day."

Take my advice, find a place in town to rest and recharge tonight.

Go into the mountains again first thing tomorrow morning.

I thought about it for a moment and realized that what he said made sense.

The underground mine is already pitch black, so if the monsters go berserk at night, it certainly adds unnecessary variables.

Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit; maintaining peak condition to deal with unknown dangers is my consistent style of doing things.

"and,"

Shi Cuishan turned around and added.

"Come to my place again tomorrow morning before you go into the mountains."

The abandoned mine was a maze of interconnected tunnels.

Tonight, I'll draw you a route map from memory and also explain in detail the beast's habits and weaknesses.

Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to a swift victory.

"Alright, then we'll do as Master Shi says."

I stood up, relocked the alloy box containing the century-old cold iron and the millennium-old ebony, and pushed it in front of Shi Cuishan.

"I'll leave this box of materials with you for now."

I'll bother you again tomorrow morning.

Shi Cuishan glanced at the heavy box, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

He understood that my leaving behind this invaluable material was both a demonstration of my sincerity in cooperation and a display of my confidence.

I was confident that I could bring the inner core back alive, and I was also confident that he wouldn't dare to swallow what was mine.

"You can leave your things here with me, they won't get lost." Shi Cuishan waved his hand.

I didn't say anything more. I put the guitar case containing the black knife back on my back, turned around and walked out of the inner hall, leaving the courtyard filled with the smell of charcoal.

Stepping out of that secluded alley, the sun was still shining brightly outside.

It was only a little past 2 p.m., and there were still several hours before it got dark.

There were slightly more pedestrians on the streets of Qingshi Town than when I first arrived.

Sunlight shines on the old blue bricks and black tiles, giving them a sense of the vicissitudes of time.

Although this place is remote, it has a strong sense of local life.

Along the roadside, there were farm women selling vegetables they grew themselves, and men playing cards shirtless on street corners.

However, as I walked down the street carrying that long, rectangular guitar bag, I could still sense many subtle glances being cast my way.

That was a local characteristic of vigilance and xenophobia.

I ignored the stares and continued walking steadily along the main street.

The most urgent thing right now is to find a place to fill our stomachs and then settle down.

Not far away, I saw a three-story building with a sign that read "Qingshi Hotel" at the town's crossroads.

This appears to be the only decent-looking place to stay in town.

Moreover, it seems that this place not only offers accommodation but also serves meals.

I walked into the hotel, and there were seven or eight square tables in the lobby.

Looking up, I saw only two tables of guests drinking and playing drinking games, making a lot of noise.

When I arrived at the counter, the owner was a plump middle-aged woman who was eating sunflower seeds and watching TV.

"Boss lady, please book a quiet room."

"Get me some food while you're at it; bring me any of your specialties." I handed over my ID card.

The proprietress looked me up and down but didn't say anything.

She skillfully completed the formalities and handed me a key with a plastic tag on it.

"Room 306 is at the very back on the third floor; it's quiet. Your food will be brought up to you right away."

The proprietress spoke in a thick local accent.

I thanked them, took the keys, and went upstairs.

I climbed the stairs and arrived at the room at the end of the third floor.

Pushing open the door, the room was small and simply furnished.

There was only a wooden bed, a bedside table, and an old-fashioned television.

Fortunately, the cleaning was fairly thorough, and the sheets didn't have any strange smell.

I put my guitar bag next to the bed and took off my windbreaker and hung it on the hanger.

Not long after, a hotel waiter came up with a tray and knocked on the door.

On the tray was a large bowl of steaming hot beef noodles and a plate of sliced ​​braised pork.

I am indeed quite hungry; I haven't had a drop of water since I left home this morning.

I picked up my chopsticks and quickly finished the bowl of delicious beef noodles, even drinking most of the soup.

After I had eaten and drunk my fill, I locked the door, drew the curtains, and dimmed the light in the room.

I sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, closed my eyes, and began to adjust my state of mind.

As his breathing became steady, the evil pill within his dantian began to slowly rotate.

That subtle golden luster travels through the meridians, bringing a sense of fullness and power.

At the same time, a mysterious, cool aura emanated from between my eyebrows, making my five senses more acute, so that I could perceive no movement or rustling in the air.

Staying vigilant in unfamiliar places is my consistent approach.

I sat quietly in meditation, using the Qi of Qi to nourish my body and meridians, waiting for the arrival of the next morning.

After sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed in the inn for about four hours, I slowly opened my eyes.

By this time, it was completely dark outside the window.

The nights in Qingshi Town are much quieter than in Jiangcheng. Apart from the occasional bark of a stray dog, you can hardly hear any of the hustle and bustle of a modern city.

I did not choose to replace sleep with meditation and breath control for the entire night.

My grandfather once taught me that spiritual practice requires a balance of activity and rest, and that one must follow the natural order.

Constantly keeping your nerves on edge can easily backfire.

Especially when facing an unknown and fierce battle tomorrow, allowing the brain and body to completely relax and rest is the best way to maintain peak performance.